Novels by Eagle Dira

Chapter 63: Left Knee Or RightNico's POV We track Boris to a quiet dacha on the edge of Macau. An old safe house that would seem unoccupied if we didn’t know he was in there right now. Sasha drives. I ride shotgun, watching the snow-dusted pines slide past the windows. Neither of us speak much. We don’t need to, actually.We took three more days to dig into what we had. The offshore accounts. The call logs. The CCTV stills of him handing envelopes to my father’s driver. Boris has been bleeding the Bratva for almost a year.We park half a kilometer out, kill the lights, and walk the rest of the way there. Snow crunches under our boots. The air is sharp enough to cut lungs. The dacha is dark except for one window near the kitchen. Through the glass, we see him at the table, a vodka bottle in hand, half empty. He’s alone in there.Sasha signals for me to circle left. He goes right.I slip in through the back door, which is unlocked. Obviously, Boris thinks he’s untouchable. He doesn’t

Chapter 62: Walk out and disappear' Nico's POV We’ve been at it for three days straight, holed up in the warehouse, fueled by black coffee and takeout. I must say, the last three days have been pretty awkward—but not the bad type of awkward. The satisfying type. After seven whole months, three days of awkwardly existing around Sasha almost feel like heaven. It would be literal heaven if he didn’t shoot lasers with his eyes at me whenever I so much as breathe loudly.It’s still very hard to adjust to staying back here in Greece. We both decided not to head back to our respective syndicates. Me, because I’d have to leave Sasha’s side again, and there was no telling how long we’d be apart. The idea alone was scary. I have no idea why Sasha agreed to stay behind.Of course, the obvious reason would be to find who exactly our rat is, but some part of me keeps telling me that’s not it. I don’t want to get my hopes up, so there will be no optimistic thoughts.I also half expected Sasha to

Chapter 61Let's not talk about last night Nico's POV Morning creeps in through the blinds. There is a very delicious ache all over my body. I feel ravaged and kind of happy. But the warmth from hours ago is gone.I snap my eyes open and look around the room.Sasha is not here.When did I even fall asleep? I’m on the couch. Did Sasha carry me to the couch? I guess we didn’t end up sharing a bed. But where is he?I check under the blankets he draped on me. Nope. Nothing underneath. And wiped clean. Okay.My eyes scan the room. Then I see him behind the couch, near the stairs. He stands there, arms folded tight, staring at me. With a look that tells me he’s kind of pissed. Or very pissed.He doesn’t say anything, but I already know what is coming before he even opens his mouth.“Let’s not talk about last night. It meant nothing. It changes nothing. Everything stays the same. You are only here to help me figure out who it was that caused what happened seven months ago, and you are gone

Chapter 60Mark me again Nico's POV The kiss doesn't soften. It detonates.Sasha's mouth crashes against mine like he's trying to punish me for every second we've been apart—teeth scraping, tongue demanding, a low growl rumbling from his chest that vibrates straight through me. My back is still pinned to the wall, his hand firm around my throat, thumb pressing just enough against my pulse to remind me who's in control. I don't fight it. I've dreamed of this exact brutality for seven months.I kiss him back just as hard, fists twisted in his shirt, pulling him impossibly closer. He tastes like everything I've fantasized about for the past seven months, like the water I didn't know I was dying of thirst for. My knees nearly buckle when he rolls his hips forward, grinding against me, letting me feel how hard he already is.He breaks the kiss only to drag his teeth down my jaw, biting hard enough at the hinge to make me hiss. "Seven months," he rasps against my skin, voice wrecked. "Sev

Nico's POV The parking lot is still very quiet, except for the low, distant hum of music coming from the party.Sasha is still holding the folder in his hand, almost like he’s still contemplating whether to believe me or not.I don’t blame him. I wouldn’t believe me either. In fact, I wouldn’t give me a chance to explain.He walks toward the car without looking back, shoulders squared, striding through the parking lot like he owns the place. I stay rooted in place.Should I follow him?I really don’t know what to do now.Parts of me want to let him go by himself, let him figure it out alone. He doesn’t need my trouble. While the other part—the part that’s been surviving on scraps of memories for months—wants to follow him, wants to be with him, never leaving his side again.“Are you coming?”His voice cuts through the space between us, and my head snaps up instantly.It’s not quite a question, more like a silent order. He doesn’t look back, just stands by the driver’s side door.I ex

58: Don't Get Excited Sasha's POV The parking lot still smells like oil and night air. Nico doesn't move closer, and I don't know why it unsettles me.He stands where he is, one step back, his hands visible, shoulders tense like a man bracing for impact. He doesn't seem concerned. It's more like he's begging not to be mistaken for a threat."Someone else," I repeat flatly. "Explain slowly and choose your next words very carefully."He exhales through his nose, dragging a hand down his face. Like he's trying to pull himself together."I didn't sell you out," he says, "and I didn't give my father anything that could have caused what happened seven months ago. I thought I did at first. I blamed myself. In fact, I still do. But the timeline doesn't add up."I cross my arms defensively."Funny," I say. "The timeline kind of adds up over here."His jaw tightens. He nods once, like he deserves that."I know. That's why I didn't come to you sooner. Because if I were you, I wouldn't believe

WORTH THE RISKBlurb:He was hers. Until the night he looked at me like I was something he couldn’t stop touching.Mia's POVThe bass thumped in the crowded house, vibrating up my spine as I sipped my third vodka. My best friend—Sarah—had dragged me here, insisting it was the “party of the summer” as if she didn't come here just to get boned.It was her boyfriend Alex’s roommate’s birthday bash, and the place was packed with so many people from our old school who I had no interest in seeing.“Come on, Mia,” she whined, her voice bubbly with that infectious energy of hers. “Alex’s friends are hot.”If only she knew that my eyes couldn't be on anyone else except Alex.Right now she had her arm looped through his. He towered over her in a fitted gray tee that strained across his chest. The sight of him only made my pussy clench on nothing. I’d always thought he was the perfect package, but he was Sarah's, and that meant off limits.I wasn’t going to risk our friendship for a night of sel

LILA'S POVThe sunlight streamed through the curtains, pulling me from the deepest sleep I'd had in years. My body ached in a good way. I felt sore between my legs and my bed felt harder than it usually was.My eyes snapped open immediately when memories of last night crashed into me in waves. And right under me was my stepbrother, naked. Last night had happened, it was not a dream.Whoa.I was tangled in Jax’s arms, his breath warm on my neck. One heavy leg draped over mine, pinning me there like he didn't want to let me go. God, he smelled like us, and that thought sent a fresh bolt of heat straight to my cunt.I shifted just a little, savouring the heat of his body. His cock was half hard and it nestled against my ass like.A lazy smile tugged at my lips. This is what I'd always wanted, what I always dreamed of. Jax did not see me as family after all, and it excited me more than I'd care to admit.We'd crossed a line, and now there would be no more aching from afar.The storm had

JAX'S POVFuck.The word echoed in my mind as I slid my fingers along the slick heat of her thigh, the storm outside raged harder. Lila's panties were a crumpled scrap on the floor now, discarded like the shreds of my sanity. Her legs parted for me instinctively trembling under my touch. The sight of her, my stepsister, bare, flushed and utterly exposed, it undid me. I'd imagined this a thousand times in the past, her body arching under mine, and now that it was finally happening? It felt like a fever dream.The thought of how dangerous and wrong it was made my dick harder. She was my stepsister, the girl I'd watched go from pigtails to this siren who haunted my fucking dreams. And here she was, splayed out on the couch like an offering. Her breath came in shallow pants, I could feel the heat radiating from her core.I hooked one leg over my shoulder, positioning myself between them. My mouth watered at the sight of her pink, glistening pussy. Swollen with need.“Jax,” she whispere

Lila's POV I couldn't sleep. I tossed and turned for hours on end and yet, I couldn't get a minute of sleep. It was 2 a.m, I should be asleep, and yet, all I could think of was Jax's words. He said he missed me. That shouldn't have meant anything, he'd probably said it to millions of other girls and yet, I couldn't forget those words.Outside, the storm raged. Rain lashed against the windows and the wind howled. Mom and Richard already left before the rain started and at this rate, they'll probably spend the night at a hotel.Jax was somewhere in the house, probably in his room. What would he be doing? He'd probably be asleep.My stomach growled, a low rumble that made me groan.I slipped from bed barefoot, tugging my sleep shirt, a big tee that stopped mid thigh. It was given to me by the boy from school.The kitchen was downstairs and I could just slip in and grab a late night snack from the fridge. Yup, sounds like a plan.When I got to the stairs, a scent hit my nose. Whiskey.I

Blurb:Coming home for midterm was supposed to be simple; eat, sleep and survive family time. But when Lila walks back into the house she swore off, she finds the one person she never wanted to see… and the only one she can’t stop wanting.Lila's POVThe gravel crunched under the tires as I pulled into the driveway, the old Victorian house looming ahead. Home, that's where I was, and yet, it didn't quite feel like it. Not after mum married Richard 5 years ago at least.Now, going home felt like walking into a storm cloud. I didn't hate Richard; it was my stepbrother that I hated. I didn't want to see him, fuck I hated him so much that I'd rather choke on air than be in the same vicinity as him.Why? He was an asshole. An overbearing, irritating asshole whom I had fallen for at a point and had my heart crushed in the worst way possible.I'd never forget that day. And now, I was making my way into the house, after a long drive from my campus. I'd not seen him for close to two years, a

Elara’s POVThe night air in the shared cell was thick with the scent of sweat and cum. I lay on the narrow bed, eyes wide and open, and my body humming from where Thorne’s hand rested on my waist, his cock nestling against the curve of my ass.My pussy still fluttered faintly from the orgasm he had wrenched from me, and yet, sleep evaded me. I couldn't shut my eyes for a full minute, because I was anticipating what would happen when Elias finally got here. The fire I’d come here to extinguish burned deeper. I shifted slightly, the rough wool of the blanket chafing my skin, and my nipples tightened into peaks. I wasn't wearing my dress, Thorne had tugged it off while he was cleaning me. I lay stark naked on a priest's bed, imagining all the sins they could coax from my body.Thorne stirred behind me, his breath hot on my neck, lips brushing the shell of my ear in a lazy kiss that made me shiver. “Can’t sleep, little sinner?” He murmured, voice rough with sleep. His hand slid up to